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Sir, let me ask you something.

As a scientist, does it bother you that your work,

no matter how brilliant,

will eventually be considered misguided?

Because that would bother me. I'm sorry?

Given enough time, everything's pretty much proven wrong, right?

No. From the Earth being flat

to the sun revolving around us.

If you go back hundreds of years. Scientists get it wrong

more times than they get it right.

Take the tomato.

Excuse me?

After the conquest of Mexico in 1519, tomatoes were carried to Europe,

where they were believed to be poisonous.

Shouldn't you be concentrating on what you're doing?

I got it covered. You worry about you.

I am worried about me. This is this thing's first flight since it was shot down and repaired.

It deserves all of your attention. It made it to the mainland.

If anything was gonna go wrong, it would have gone wrong by now.

It took the Italians and the Spaniards

to realize that tomatoes are, in fact, delicious.

Good for them.

Columbus was Spanish. He figured out the Earth was round.

He was Italian. So I wonder what it is

that makes Spaniards so good at debunking bad science.

You're not Spanish, are you? Oh, yes.

Of the Barcelona McKays! Now, if you don't mind-

What is it? Turbulence?

The inertial dampeners should have smoothed that out.

What the hell?

Right drive pod's intermittently switching to reverse thrust.

Cut it. I can drive with the left pod.

It's not recognizing any of my commands.

Brace for impact.

What? We're going down.

Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!

ZELENKA Griffin, McKay, come in, please.

Jumper Six, come in, please.

Griffin, McKay, come in, please.

Yeah. We're here.

Rodney. Thank God. We thought you...

I've been trying to get a hold of you for over an hour.

Find Dr. Weir and tell her I've made contact.

Hey, hey, hey, you okay?

Not so good. Are you all right?

We could both use an extended stay in the infirmary.

What the hell happened?

The Jumper you were flying dropped off our screens.

You crashed into the ocean. Yes, yes, yes, we...

We're underwater. Yes, you are.

Then how are you gonna find us?

We've determined the direction of your radio signal, but not the range.

How deep are we?

One, two, zero, zero and falling.

Radek, you have to hurry it up.

We are already 1200 feet deep and sinking at a rate of about...

20 feet a minute.

Very impressive.

Excuse me? We always theorized that

Jumpers could be submersibles.

Yes, yes, I theorized it.

But 1200 feet is almost the maximum depth of a nuclear-powered submarine.

We're not so keen on setting any records right now, so just...

That's a problem.

The roof? Yeah.

The windshield is giving way under the pressure.

Move into the rear compartment. The seal should hold.

One step ahead of you.

No.

No, no, no!

The crash probably damaged all sorts of systems.

Maybe if you were more focused on flying than the history of tomatoes-

Your focus didn't shut off the pod. I'm not blaming you.

Because it's not my fault!

I've got an idea. What are you doing?

Good luck, Rodney.

No, what are you doing? Griffin! Griffin!

Why did he do that?

Why would you do that?!

Wide-open fields.

Wide-open fields.

Wide-open fields.

You are not stuck in a casket under thousands of feet of water.

You are in a wide-open field.

There. Now.

Zelenka.

Radek, it's Rodney. Come in, please.

Radek?

Jumper's radio transmitter is in the

forward section, which is now flooded with water.

Which means you can't contact the surface,

which means that they have no way to triangulate your position.

Okay. All right.

Been in worse situations.

Just because you can't think of them right now doesn't make it any less true.

You're not dead yet.

You can fix this problem, you just need to

work one step at a time.

Now,

gotta find some light. So...

All right. And...

Aha! Light. I have the light.

So now what?

WEIR: You said life support could sustain them for days.

I said it would most likely sustain them.

I had no idea it would sink so quickly or the cockpit would flood.

That's when you lost contact. If they didn't get to the rear-

They made it.

Still, they'll be harder to locate. They're no longer broadcasting.

Then find another way. Look,

even if we locate them, our options are limited.

They're deeper than a rescue Jumper can handle.

I'll handle the rescue. You just find them. I've got some ideas.

All right, we're on a clock. Let's get back to work.

I'm dropping 20 feet a minute.

So pressure increases by one atmosphere every 33 feet.

So...

that's an additional atmosphere every minute and a half.

Which means...

I'm currently under 37 atmospheres worth of pressure, and counting.

Oh, my.

That is a lot. That's-

Okay, I've gotta slow down. Okay, I've gotta stop sinking.

No, no, no.

Send a message first. Yeah.

Check and see if you can get the radio transmitter up and running.

They can't find you if you can't tell them where you are. Prioritize.

Here we go.

Now. All right.

Here we go.

There. Right, so.

There we are.

Okay, now,

how's our radio transmitter?

Yes, I know that. So...

activate emergency-transmitter protocol.

Now we're broadcasting a signal.

All it needs to do is penetrate 1400 feet of ocean,

which means a whopping 3 percent of the signal will reach the surface,

so boost the signal.

How much power we got to work with here?

Oh, you gotta be kidding me. Three hours?

What's eating my power? I'm working with flashlights here.

Inertial dampeners are active? Well, why? I don't need them.

Shut down inertial dampeners.

Ah, come on! They are draining what little power I have left here.

Ugh! You do not need inertial dampeners while you sink!

Now.

You are a piece of junk!

I'm gonna die.

Okay, so we know the direction which

the initial radio signal came from, right?

So that places them on this line here.

Unfortunately, ocean currents could have pulled them in either direction,

either this way or that way, so the area they are in is approximately here.

Dr. Bryce has been studying the Ancient database regarding the ocean.

And this particular area is between 2 and 6000 feet deep.

Six thousand feet. We'll never be able to get down that far.

I know, which is why we have to find them before it gets there.

They were already at 1200 feet and falling, what, 20 feet a minute?

Yes, that's right.

That at least gives us a place to start.

Yes. So...

let's begin.

Ugh, I'm freezing.

Why am I so cold?

Oh, no.

I haven't lost that much blood, have I?

It could have something to do with

the billion or so gallons of freezing water you're surrounded by, you idiot.

All right. I need to heat this thing.

And I don't want it to cost me a lot of power.

Can we at least do that, please?

All right.

There you go. See?

I'm not greedy. I just don't want to freeze to death.

Oh, come on!

A little heat's gonna cost me 40 minutes?

Is that how you want this to go down? You wanna freeze me to death?

You wouldn't rather I imploded with you,

you lemon? Do you even have an opinion?

No. Why? Because you are an inanimate object, huh?

Does that stop me from talking to you? Oh, no, my inanimate friend,

because I have been struck upon the head. You see?

There. So...

Twenty minutes of power,

for just enough heat to stay above hypothermia.

You drive a hard bargain, my friend,

but you've got a deal.

I just made a deal with you.

A deal.

Let's make a deal. You got a deal.

That's not funny.

What's wrong with me?

Euphoria, elation.

Overconfidence. It's...

hypoxia.

I'm gonna dial up the CO2 scrubbers or I'm gonna die of hypoxia.

That is so funny.

All right, listen. Take this corner,

take it over here, move it over here.

What's all this?

This is my plan.

Yeah, I figured that much.

You care to elaborate?

Well, Doctors Moore and McNab are here to study the ocean

on MAR-169, which happens to be under a thick sheet of ice.

So they brought a 1000-foot cable and a winch to lower their instruments.

Okay. Ager is responsible for the

grapple to lower the F-302s into our Jumper bay.

You intend to put them together. Like chocolate and peanut butter.

Is the mechanism strong enough to lift a half-flooded Jumper?

Not a chance.

Then why-? Because we don't have to.

We have to get near enough to get them out with a cutting team and rescue divers.

Good. How long?

A couple hours. You and Rodney have been

bugging me to try the Jumper as a submersible,

but you sure went a long way to make me say yes.

You still haven't said it yet.

I just did.

How close is Zelenka to finding them? I'm gonna go ask him.

CO2 scrubbers operating at 100 percent.

Well, at least something is.

Now,

let's see if I can...

Why do they have to make these things so small?

I need to be the one on the surface saving the bastard stuck down here,

not actually be the poor bastard stuck down here.

By the time they come up with a plan, I'll have died of old age.

Hello?

Are you friendly

or are you hungry?

Because I am pretty sure this thing is an instant case of indigestion, so...

It was the transmitter.

It must be broadcasting at a frequency you can hear.

Whoa there, fella. Whoa there, fella.

I'm sorry if I'm bugging you, but I kind of need to leave this thing on for a bit.

Maybe you could tell my friends where I am. Could...?

Could you do that, huh? Could you go for help, huh? Could you do that?

What am I doing?

Well, I'm treating an alien whale like Lassie.

Look, okay, if you're not gonna help, then just swim on by!

Swim.

Maybe the Jumper can swim.

Okay.

Cockpit is inaccessible,

but most of the control conduits run back here,

so if you were really meant to be submersible,

then your drive pods should function underwater too.

Which means I could fly you from here. Not fly, but I could surface.

If I get close to the surface,

the transmitter won't have to penetrate so much ocean. Okay.

Now we're getting somewhere.

How are we doing? Well, we're making progress, slowly.

Show me.

We started with the likely location

based on the numbers we got during its brief radio contact with us.

We then estimate how far off-course it has been taken,

if at all, by the various currents, slipstreams, underwater rivers,

that the Jumper may or may not have run into.

We then add its descent speed at various rates.

That's all you got? You haven't narrowed the search area at all.

No, no. In fact, we've increased it slightly.

And how does that count as progress?

Because we're no longer guessing. We know definitely

that the Jumper is in this area.

Okay. Even if we do find them, there's no-

Sheppard's working on a grapple system that should raise the Jumper.

Really? Really.

It's gonna be ready in a couple of hours. I need you to be.

This little keyboard is killing me.

It's all starting to blur together.

I need a new set of eyes.

Let me take a look.

Did I just? Yes, you did.

Sam?

Don't worry, Rodney. We're gonna get you out of here.

How did you? How are you?

It's good to see you, too, McKay.

Oh, I've lost it. I have completely lost it.

No, you haven't.

You're not real. You are not real. You are not real.

Of course I'm not real.

I'm sorry? I'm 3 million light years away

with problems of my own.

So, what are you doing here? You're hallucinating.

Oh, and how am I doing that?

Oh.

Right. Is it that bad?

The way I see it, you're scared.

You're a little panicked, you're a lot lonely.

You knew you could use help. Your subconscious is manifesting

the one person you know is smarter than you.

Oh, I don't think so. Don't start with me, McKay.

You are very clever. I would even give you brilliant,

but there is brilliant and then there's me.

Every time we've worked together, you've been wrong and I've been right.

Even if that were true, and no one is saying that it is,

the fact that you assert- Why else am I here?

I don't know. Maybe one last romp before I die.

One last romp? Please.

We never- Okay, one first romp.

But it's romping that comes to mind, not your brains.

You must admit, I'm a handsome man-

You're arguing with yourself. You realize that, right?

Your mind is creating me.

What?

What else am I hallucinating?

What do you mean? If you're not real, what is?

How do I tell? How do I know my readings are correct?

You're not that far gone. No, no, no.

I-I am unconscious in the infirmary.

I'm fine. This is just a post-traumatic nightmare.

So come on. Wake up, wake up, wake up. Oh, oh.

No, you really are in the back of a sinking Jumper.

Your readings are correct.

You knew you could use some help, and you've got a concussion, so...

So...

...here you are. Here I am.

I suppose that's comforting...

in a

terrified-for-my-mental-health kind of way.

Why don't you show me what you've done so far.

Oh, right. Right.

Eight miles of very searchable area and you narrowed it down, Radek.

You did a good job. It's too deep.

Your grapple's only got 1000 feet of cable.

The Jumper should be able to dive at least 1000, so if he's above 2000,

we should get him with the grapple.

And if he is deeper? He probably is.

The area we're searching goes to 6000.

When the Wraith attacked the city, you turned the shield into a cloak.

Yes? Why can't we do the opposite?

Turn the Jumper's cloak into a shield?

Right. It would hold back the water.

But it would take more power.

Shut down what we don't need.

It would take hours to reconfigure.

Take what we need, make changes down there.

Oh. No, no, no. I cannot possibly- No.

Radek. I can't even swim.

There's not a lot of swimming under 1000 feet of ocean.

Look, I'm not gonna order you to go. I will.

All I'm saying is that if Rodney can't turn to you, who can he turn to?

Right. Give me a few minutes and I'll get my gear.

Now...

I have limited time to execute my plan

before power levels drop too low,

but provided that the

coding is correct, we surface, and at that point

they should be able to pick up our regular signal and come pick me up.

How much power would that kill?

I don't know. Most of it?

Well, that's a bad idea then. Why?

What if it doesn't work? Then...

Then I'm dead. Exactly.

Bad plan. Oh, you're right.

I should proceed with one of the other hundreds of options available to me.

I'm not saying I have a better idea- What do I do? Nothing?

Yes. Oh, brilliant.

Stay warm, stay breathing, stay alive as long as you can.

Give your team the biggest window of opportunity possible.

Window of opportunity for what?

For rescuing you.

Even if they could find me, which, given underwater currents

and multiple entry sites, is impossible,

how will they get me out? They'll find a way.

No they won't. The one person who can figure it out

is stuck in the back of a sinking Jumper.

Me. Oh, touché.

I hear what you're saying and I'm telling you you're wrong.

You have some very smart, motivated people on the surface,

and the only thing any of them are working on right now is rescuing you.

Oh, come on. They are planning my memorial service.

If your plan fails, and it probably will,

you could jeopardize their plan.

You gonna help me or not?

I'll help you stay alive as long as possible,

but I won't help with this plan.

My hallucination is saying no to me?

You must realize subconsciously that you need to be talked out of this.

I can't even hallucinate right today.

All right.

We're above the search coordinates.

Okay.

It should transition seamlessly.

All right then.

Here goes nothing.

I... I wouldn't. You wouldn't what?

I forgot, I'm not helping. What? Do you see something?

Did I make a mistake?

Seriously, if you saw something, just tell me.

You're messing with me.

Sorry? You're trying to slow me down.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Don't play mind games. I am a mind game.

Okay. You're not gonna help me, just stay on your side of the Jumper.

What now, huh?

Feels like we hit the bottom.

Oh, really?

Well, this is good. The chances of us imploding are much slimmer.

But, Rodney- No buts, okay?

Can I not at least take a moment to enjoy the one bit of luck I've had?

This isn't good. Look, just- Just- Shut up!

You come here, you don't help me, you say the one plan I've got is bad,

you claim to be a creation of my mind,

and yet you are in no way dressed provocatively.

Look.

That's always been there. No, it hasn't.

The impact with the ocean floor must have created a microfissure in the hull.

We're taking on water.

Atlantis, this is Sheppard. Come in.

WEIR: We can barely hear you, John.

We'll lose you when we get deeper. Now is a good time to wish us luck.

Good luck, then.

We'll contact you when we get to the surface.

Have the divers on Jumper Eight standing by.

Will do. Weir out.

What do you think, Radek?

About what?

We're underwater. I always wanted to try this.

Yes, yes, yes, just...

make sure not under too much water.

I've levelled out and holding steady at 990 feet.

How's it coming?

All I'm getting is sporadic life-sign readings.

As in sea-monster life signs?

We're gonna need those shields up and running.

Yes, well, then stop talking, please.

Will do.

It's funny, because actually,

I was just, you know, thinking what would complete this experience?

Freezing cold seawater in the compartment, lots of it.

Because now that the whole imploding thing is kind of off the table,

drowning should be brought back into the equation.

You can fix this.

There are microfractures all along the seam.

You still have life support, right? Yes.

Then create a positive-pressure environment.

What? Increase the pressure in the Jumper.

You should be able to slow the leak.

We'll never be able to stop it.

I'm not saying that. We're buying time.

In order to make death as long and as drawn-out as possible.

Just max it out, McKay.

All right.

We should probably find a way to heat this water too.

We make a good team, you and I.

Sure. No, no. I mean it.

I really enjoy working with you. Always have.

I wonder...

I wonder why we never hooked up.

Aside from the fact that you're petty, arrogant and treat people badly?

Yes.

Well, that's pretty much it. Petty, arrogant, bad with people.

Oh, but...

you do find me attractive. I mean, physically.

Let's stick to working on my idea.

But this was my idea.

How do you figure? You don't exist.

You think what my subconscious tells you to think.

So really the idea was mine.

Oh, wow.

I'm arguing with myself about who had an idea first, me or me.

I really am petty, aren't I?

And arrogant and bad with people, yes.

Oh. Well.

Here we go.

And the leaking has been slowed. Well done, Sam.

Thanks. You too. Come here.

Okay.

Oh. You do realise what you're actually doing here, right?

Oh, come on!

You're a figment of my imagination. At least you could take your top off.

Your subconscious mind knows that I would never be into that.

You're the worst hallucination ever. Oh, you don't mean that.

Yes, yes, I do. Now, please, just leave me alone

while I work on getting myself out of this.

You're not gonna try and control the Jumper from that little thing?

Yes, yes, I am. And I have to do it quickly,

before power levels drop below 50 percent.

So that leaves me about 10 minutes.

If you're not gonna help, then please stand back and keep quiet.

This is why I can't have a relationship with you.

You don't listen to people or trust them.

I have every reason not to.

Look, this whole thing is Zelenka's fault.

He was responsible for supervising the Jumper repairs.

He said she was ready to fly. He's the one who came to me embarrassed.

Because he was afraid to fly at the best of times,

not to mention a test flight.

I should've just told him to suck it up. No, I say, "Sure, I'll take her out. "

And now he's all safe and warm and cosy on the surface,

while I'm stuck down here paying for his mistakes.

You'll excuse me if my trust in my fellow scientists

is at an all-time low.

If you want something done right, do it yourself.

Okay.

I think we may be on to something.

Initialising shields.

Nice work, doc.

Okay, let's take this thing a little deeper.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

I was afraid of this.

The shield is draining our power at an alarmingly fast rate.

Why is that? Well, a cloak draws its power

at a constant rate whereas a shield draws more the more it is taxed.

So being under several atmospheres of pressure-

Yes. It's continuously draining power from our shield.

How much time do we have?

Once we're deeper...

30 minutes, tops.

All right.

Descending through 1000.

Why don't you turn up the heat? I did. It's the seawater.

I've got barely enough power as it is.

Besides, I'm almost done here. What are you doing?

For warmth.

You're not physically here. You can't transfer any heat.

Doesn't mean I can't get you hot.

Excuse me?

I was thinking about what you said. I think you were right.

Uh, I am?

I was right about what?

Well, I am your fantasy. It's only fair you should get some.

Mm.

Really? Really.

I knew it. I knew you were hot.

Wait a second. Don't ruin the moment.

No. I know what you're trying to do. I should hope so.

You're trying to slow me down. Actually, the opposite.

No. No.

You're distracting me. You know I've only got minutes to execute my plan.

You're doing the one thing you know could possibly slow me down.

You're thinking too much. Come here.

No, I'm not gonna fall for your plan, Lieutenant Colonel Siren.

Okay, this program is gonna work and I'm gonna execute it.

Don't do it, Rodney. It's not gonna work.

You're cold, you're desperate, you banged your head.

You're primed to make a mistake. I should've ignored you.

You've done nothing but slow me down.

They're coming for you. They're gonna get you out of here.

Please, just give them a chance. Not listening.

Don't. And there.

It's ready. No time to argue. It's a mistake.

I trust you'll be gone by the time I reach the surface, huh?

Oh.

Don't speak right now.

I really don't need, " I told you so." So...

How much power did you waste?

Twenty minutes.

Okay, that's not so bad.

No. No, we've got

half an hour until we're completely out of power.

Half an hour until I'm dead.

I think my Czech's getting better, because I know what you mean.

Could be the shield, could be the depth.

I'm having trouble detecting the Jumper.

Only... Only what?

Could you bring up the HUD, please?

What's that?

Your sea monster.

It's at least six to eight times as large as this Jumper.

So let's not venture too closely, okay?

How are the shields doing?

Twelve minutes. All right.

Lets check it out. Why?

Because it's still swimming around in circles in the same area,

which means it might have found something interesting.

What?

What do you want from me?

Just- Just go away.

I think he's...

I think he's just waiting to eat me.

I treated him pretty bad.

The whale?

No, Griffin. I changed the subject.

You of all people should be able to keep up.

Sorry.

He knew we were both gonna die if he didn't do anything, so he...

Why didn't I think of it first?

Maybe I did.

I thought of it, I just couldn't.

He was a brave man, and I...

It just didn't seem right, you know?

It's been a bad day.

You're gonna get out of this.

I don't think I'd even believe that if you were naked.

Oh, well.

Stick with me, Rodney.

You've gotta stay alert.

The plan was stupid.

What the hell was I thinking?

Well, twenty-twenty hindsight.

You were right. I should have listened to you.

I always admired you, Sam.

And I'm not just trying to...

I know.

I honestly don't think you're smarter than I am.

On your best day...

we're, like, maybe a tie?

There is a compliment coming, right?

Yes.

My intelligence aside...

you're wiser.

I guess at the end of the day, that's why you're down here.

You were right.

Well, you were right. At least subconsciously.

I guess that's something.

Jumper. I have the Jumper.

The animal's circling around it.

Jumper Six, this is Sheppard. Come in.

According to these readings, it's dead. There's no power.

All right, let's get a grapple on this thing and go home.

No, it won't work.

Why's that?

It's taken on too much water.

Sensors indicate even the rear compartment is partially full.

The cable can't take the strain.

Well, we can try.

No, listen to me, it's a matter of physics.

I'm not coming this far without doing something.

The shield.

We could extend the shield between the two Jumpers.

Do we have enough power?

If we touch the ocean floor to conserve engine power,

it should be a matter of walking between the Jumpers.

All right. I'll get us close.

What the hell was that?

Help.

SHEPPARD McKay, Griffin. Do you copy?

Sheppard. Hey, buddy.

What say you lower your door?

That's probably a bad idea. Listen, long story short,

we've converted the cloak into a shield around your Jumper.

I'm standing outside right now.

What? All you have to do is open your door

and walk to my Jumper.

I told you they'd come up with something.

What?

What if it's not Sheppard? What do you mean?

What if it's another hallucination?

What if the pessimist in me just wants it all over with?

You heard the shield come on. Yeah, but I hear you.

McKay? What's the holdup?

We need to do this sooner rather than later.

This shield won't hold forever.

You're minutes away from hypothermia.

I just- I can't tell what's real and what's not.

Rodney, they're here.

They did it. Let them help you.

Oh, okay.

Better stand back. I've taken on a lot of water.

No.

Secondary release.

Rodney, are you all right?

I will be. Where's Griffin?

He was in there.

All right, let's get you home. I need to decompress.

Carter said to increase the pressure. Carter?

Yeah, I did, I did. I told myself.

I hit my head.

See, pal. Sorry, you won't get to eat me today.

He's the reason we found you. Really?

Almost thought we lost you.

I knew you'd think of something. Subconsciously, at least.